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Monty waits patiently for Andrew to get our morning coffee.
About two months ago, we moved into a house. Like, a grown up one. With frigging multiple bathrooms – unheard of in New York. We seriously lucked out.
Monty loves the new neighborhood – Sunnyside, represent! – more than anyone, and especially loves having a backyard. Also, there are dogs everywhere here; it’s ass-sniffing heaven every time we take a walk. For Monty, I mean. Yeah, that’s the ticket.
(If anyone out there also lives in Sunnyside, make sure to stop by my parents’ health food store – it’s the shit.)Related: I almost forgot to add in what I originally wanted to post about! Feministpet wars!

Don’t hate me because I’m cute.
You know, I almost forgot to do a Monday Monty blog today – but then I got this email that reminded me. It’s from someone who sent along a story they wanted Feministing to cover, and who wrote said email in such a way that it compelled me to find a super cute picture of the dog. (And no, I won’t link to the story. Yes, I’m spiteful.)

Not that you ever print anything I’ve sent in the past, though it’s usually more relevant than updates on Jessica’s dog, I’ll send this article by [redacted] along. Cheers